Because too many of my pieces
Start like this, looking for
A reason for me to finally stop
Asking why. "Because I might..."
Because I might just begin
To disintegrate upon contact
With water— I haven't swam
In years
In fear
That the paint'll wash off.
"Because who am I..." I'll
Never know for sure who I
Am without anyone by
My side to exist for.
Is there more
Point to trying? And perhaps
That's the one question I have
No "thus" to because there
Simply isn't a point to back up
Anymore.